Chapter 3: First day on the job
Class has ended in the afternoon, which exactly isn't the much awaited time for Sonic and Amy. As it was said by Mrs Mirage, their principal, they will be assigned to do certain tasks in the school library whether they like it or not.
So, without further ado, both hedgehogs headed to the library. It was very depressing for both of them; Sonic can't join soccer practice, and Amy has to reschedule her daily plans (what plans).
On the way, these hedgehogs never stop bothering each other (they're worse than cats and dogs). Every step means more time for accusations, resentments and annoying remarks.
"Thanks a lot pinky, now I have to miss soccer practice," Sonic said his hands crossed on his chest while heading to the library.
"This isn't exactly fun for me either you know. And quit blaming already, it's partly your fault too you," she answered.
"You're my curse, you know that,"
"You don't have to tell me, it always make things worse when you talk. So keep your opinions to yourself okay Sonic,"
"Wow, who would have thought we'd agree on something, cause I'm about to say the same thing."
"No,"
"Yes pinky."
Soon enough they arrived at their destination; and the CONVERSATION finally stopped. And wow, the place is huge. Like about two classrooms could fit inside and still has space to spare. They entered. The inside is indeed huge (really huge). The entire room is filled with books on every subject you can think of and more than you can count. They are organized by whish subject and field they are under and divided in sections, sections 1-20.
"Wha!" is the only word Sonic could say seeing the size of the room. He felt like fainting at that moment.
"Gosh, this is going to take a lot of work," Amy said just as stunned as the blue hedgehog beside her.
They heard footsteps that seemed to be heading their way. They turned around slowly and saw Mrs Mirage.
"Welcome to the library," she gestured to the entire room.
Sonic gulped, he paused for a moment, and then spoke, "so this is where we're working?"
She nodded, "yes, this is where you're going to be busy for one week."
"One week!" Sonic snapped, "I'm going to miss soccer practice for one week, that's too much."
"Don't worry Sonic," she said comfortingly, "I told your coach to excuse you on those days."
"But Ma'am I can't miss practice for a week our game is also closing in and-"
Sonic's intended reason wasn't finished; Mrs Mirage cut him off when she raised her hand head level.
"Or you'd prefer one month, your choice," she said sternly.
Sonic immediately shut up. And timidly, Amy stepped forward and perhaps tries to reason out as well.
"Umm, Ma'am?" she began, "could I, maybe, leave when five o'clock strikes, you know."
Mrs Mirage gave her a gentle smile, she seemed to understand. "Of course," she said while nodding.
Sonic thought it was unjust of her to let Amy do what she want when she asked for it, and did not let him when he did. He wanted to speak for himself, but if he spoke again it may instead lead to one month library work than just one week. He simply looked away and pouted.
Mrs Mirage noticed the 'this is unfair look' on Sonic, and she did agree it is unfair for her to grant Amy's request and refused his reason. But there is greater one behind Amy Rose's (you'll know soon).
"Don't be upset Sonic," she said turning around and began walking towards the entrance. "Perhaps you know and Amy Rose will develop a special relationship." Then she was gone.
After she left, Sonic and Amy glanced at each other with disgust, then looked away. At the same time saying:
"Never in a million years."
The principal came back again to give one last reminder. "Oh I forgot to say, the librarian isn't here today so one of you should substitute for her." She turns to Amy, "Amy Rose."
"Yes Ma'am," she answered immediately.
And she left again.
"Great more problems," Sonic complained.
"Stop whining and get to work, "she ordered, "the sooner we start the sooner we finish."
"Who put you in charge pinky?" he asked almost angry.
She paced a few steps closer to him, "I'm the librarian remember, so what I say, goes."
"Oh so you're the librarian," he smirked. "I think you're going to need an old lady's glasses and a grey wig to make it more convincing."
"Shut up,"
They went to work. Sonic roamed around the entire room to see any disorganized book shelf and put back some books some student had left on the study table. Amy on the other hand was standing on the librarian's area to assist the students and keep the barrowed and returned books on schedule.
They did have difficulty on their tasks, but mostly Sonic who had to run all across the room to do his job and sometimes help the other students who can't reach the books on the top shelf. Good thing there's a ladder-on –wheels around to help.
The room now was empty, there are no more students coming in to study. Amy is keeping her eye on the large wall clock on top of her, it told that it was: 4:50 pm. She didn't remove her eyes on the clock, she was watching every ticking of the minute clock. Sonic noticed this odd action of hers; he came closer to her and called her name. She didn't respond, he tried snapping his fingers in front of her and it worked she looked to him with furrowed eyebrows (if she has eyebrows).
"What do you want?" she asked angrily.
"You seem to be interested in the clock," he said and gave her an amused smile.
"Mind your own business," she turned away and looked at the wall clock again.
"You said you need to leave when five o'clock strikes," he said with his eyes narrowing in suspicion, "why?"
She didn't answer, she continued to look at the time, and this time it told: 4:53 pm. Sonic got annoyed about her not paying attention to him, he moved closer, and he called her again.
"Hey, pinky," he called softly.
She turned around. The moment she saw him she was stamped by the wooden material a librarian uses to put reminders or notice or marks on a book. There was a red ink on top of her mouth with the word: PLEASE DO NOT REMOVE FROM SCHOOL.
She burst in anger. "What are you doing?" she shouted trying to wipe away the red ink.
"As much as I hate you, I also hate being ignored, pinky," he said with a chuckle.
Amy had wiped away the ink, but there were still a few tints. Then she glared at him and took a similar material and pressed it on Sonic's forehead. This time he has the word: TAKE GOOD CARE on his forehead.
"Ha!" she exclaimed, "how do you like it TAKE GOOD CARE!
Sonic wiped the tint on his forehead and smirked at Amy, "we'll see about that pinky!"
And he chased her, she came along with his game and jump out the librarians area and ran out of his sight to avoid being stamped. For a couple of minutes they chased each other around the library, they stamp and stamp of each other leaving marks on their uniforms when they caught each other.
They might not admit it; it was actually fun; running around the room while the other chases you, and smiling and laughing while you were. Amy lost track of time, for the first time, she was actually having a fun time with Sonic. She was enjoying her time now with him.
When she ran by the librarian's area, she glimpsed at the wall clock and was shocked of what she discovered.
The time, it told: 5:10 pm. She hastily stopped running and went to get her things. Sonic asked her why she stopped.
"Hey, why'd you stop?" he asked slightly panting.
Amy was in a rush, but he was able to clear out what she was saying.
"Oh no, I'm late, it's past five, I have to go!" she said in a hurry.
"Why?" he asked the hurrying pink hedgehog.
"Can't talk," she said running to the door, "now you got me into trouble again Sonic, thanks a lot."
"Trouble?"
Before he could say anything else, Amy had already left.
He went to the door and watched her go out the gates. While standing on the entrance, he was smiling; he checked all parts of his body. He was covered by: TAKE GOOD CARE stamps all around his uniform and on his head. He knew she was too and she probably didn't notice it. A lot of people would be wondering by now where she got those PLEASE DO NOT REMOVE FROM SCHOOL stains on her uniform.
Well, his happy to answer, from him.